Xander angrily shook his arms, flinging gooey demon guts everywhere. Stupid, fucking Spike! He began to grumble to himself, naming ways he wanted to kill the chipped vampire. Spike grinned from behind him, dodging the flying mess. He’d laughed himself hoarse when the whelp had tried to impress Buffy with his fighting skills and had gotten slimed when the demon he was fighting exploded. Now Xander blamed him because Spike had cheered him on, knowing full well that the demon exploded when it’s heart was pierced...kind of like a vamp...except slime instead of dust.

"I hate you, Spike!" Xander snarled, whirling on the vampire, who simply gave him an innocent who, me? look. Xander’s eyes narrowed and he blew out an exasperated sigh. He fished in his pocket for the key to his apartment. He unlocked the door and went inside, not caring if Spike followed him or not. The blond vamp snickered and walked in, closing and locking the door behind him. Xander scowled at him and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door.

"Don’t be mad, Xander!" Spike called out. "It’ll wash out!" He grinned, Xander was such a schmuck. He had to admit that he kind of felt sorry for the boy, though, being the Slayer’s unheralded White Knight had to be a tough gig. Buffy had a way of making all the males around her feel like Quasi-modo. Even Angel had been pussy-whipped and that was a feat in itself...well, okay, if he’d been Angelus, then it would have been a feat. Soulboy was a pouf. Spike sauntered over to Xander’s fridge and smiled as he saw it was full of beer. He snagged a bottle and morphed into his demon face, prying the cap off with his fangs. After spitting the cap out, he shook his head, his features becoming human again, and took a long swig. He shrugged, not the best beer he’d ever tasted, but what the hell? He sat down on Xander’s gray couch and snatched up the remote, clicking the television on. He flipped through the channels until he saw bare skin. He grinned. So Harris could get porn, the little pervert! A moment later, Spike frowned. There were no women in these...Bloody hell! It was gay porn. His grin reappeared...porn was porn after all and vampires didn’t discriminate. He wondered briefly if Harris watched it or even knew he had access to it. Figuring that the boy would be awhile, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his semi-hard cock, and began to stroke himself. The dark-haired man onscreen was gorgeous and Spike thought that he bore a resemblance to Xander. He watched as the man sucked off a blond man with fairly pale skin. Jesus Christ. He closed his eyes as he stroked himself, his brain interchanging the onscreen lovers with him and Xander. He moaned as he imagined the Scooby’s lush mouth on him, sucking and licking.

"What the hell are you doing?" A shocked, slightly embarrassed voice demanded. Xander stood there dressed in clean clothes, his hair wet from his shower, his mouth open in surprise. Spike didn’t seem the least bothered by the fact that Xander had caught him having a wank, he rolled his eyes as if to say, What the hell does it look like, idiot? Xander suddenly realized what Spike was jerking off to and turned a deep red. He turned back to the vampire, finding it very difficult to look away. He hadn’t been with anyone since Anya left and he was in desperate need of a good hard fuck. The sounds of moans and soft cries from the television were turning Xander on and the visual of Spike stroking himself wasn’t helping in the least. Spike moaned again, thrusting into his hand again and again. Xander shuddered, his cock twitched as Spike began to pant. Spike’s thrusts became faster and harder. Xander swallowed hard as Spike's smoky blue eyes slowly raked over his body, lingering on the boy's crotch. Xander shifted his hips, making it obvious that he was extremely turned on. Soon, Spike came with a keening cry, his cum spurting all over his hand. His lustfilled eyes on the boy, Spike deliberately lifted his hand and licked it clean. Xander moaned as he watched, his eyes fixed on Spike’s tongue.

"Fancy a taste, pet?" Spike leered at him. He could smell the pheromones pouring off of the boy. "So, you like to watch, do you, Xander? Gets you all hot and bothered?" He tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped them up. He stood up and began to walk toward Xander. "Did I get you all hot, baby? You smell delicious, pet." Xander backed away from the blond, too ashamed and too embarrassed to answer his questions. Spike backed the boy into a wall, placing his hands on either side of Xander’s head.

"Don’t." Xander whispered, his Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed again. Spike smelled of cigarette smoke, leather, and sin. A heady combination that fueled his lust. Xander tried to duck beneath Spike’s arms, but the vampire simply pinned the boy to the wall with his lean body. Xander bit back a moan as Spike’s denim clad erection rubbed against his. "Spike...don’t...please." He gasped as Spike’s tongue teased his earlobe.

"You sound so sweet when you beg." Spike murmured, taking Xander’s mouth in a hungry kiss. Xander could taste traces of Spike’s cum on the blond’s tongue. The boy moaned into Spike’s mouth. Spike heard the boy moan, felt Xander put his hands up, felt the warmth against his chest. He waited for Xander to push him away, but he never did. Spike slid a hand up into Xander’s sable hair deepening the kiss, marveling at it’s silky texture, even damp it was soft and inviting. Xander groaned and began to kiss him back. When Spike pulled back to allow him to breathe, Xander’s eyes and expression were dazed. Spike heard himself issue a soft growl as he watched Xander lick his slightly swollen lips. He grabbed the front of Xander’s dark blue tee-shirt and ripped it in half, making Xander jump. "Look at you, luv...just begging for it...all flushed and gorgeous..." He rubbed himself against the boy, watching Xander’s eyes flutter closed as a whimper escaped the mortal’s swollen lips. "Is this what you want, Xander?" He rolled his hips, shamelessly rubbing his erection against Xander’s.

"Spike..." Xander whimpered, his body betraying him as his mind screamed at him to stop this now. He gasped as Spike licked a cool trail up his throat and he cried out in pleasure as the vampire bit him with blunt teeth. He arched into the touch as Spike slipped one hand down to rub Xander’s hard-on through his jeans. Spike smiled as the human involuntarily thrust again his hand. "Ohh God! Spike!" Xander grabbed at Spike’s wrist, trying to pull the blond’s hand away. "N-no...Spike...stop..." The vampire’s smile faded and was replaced with a pout. The boy wanted him...he knew it...could see it...could smell it...could practically taste it in the air around them.

"Nothing but a bloody tease, Harris. You want me. I can smell it." 

TBC...